Azrael

I am the dust of desert dunes and the chilly wind of death I am the waves on the oceans of blood, and the knives and swords to shred the just I am the time, the withering and the withered, as well as the thorns, burning and sharp I am the rain of lust that wets the chaste, and the torch that ends your life I am the one whose name still the hearts and the silence their breaths I am the one who speaks your name, weakens your fall into my cold arms Just waiting for that kiss of my scythe "Both fool and the wise, one thing is certain - that life flies one thing is certain and the rest flies the flower that once has blown forever dies" I stand above you whispering low you know not what into your ear of my strange language you all know as there is not a word of fear Azrael